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Behind a thick tree, the Shaya Spirit Monarch trembled as Yi Dong's wings fluttered. At the moment when the Robe-Wearing Monk regained his strength, the Shaya Spirit Monarch thought Gu Ping had been defeated and was about to flee to save himself. Little did he know, he hadn't even noticed Gu Ping's presence at that moment.
Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded before the Shaya Spirit Monarch's eyes. The human favored by the Demon Spirit's ruler appeared right behind the Robe-Wearing Monk, yet the Robe-Wearing Monk showed no reaction at all.
In the Shaya Spirit Monarch's gaze, Gu Ping's Leg Palm slowly extended into the Robe-Wearing Monk's body. Just as Gu Ping was about to unleash his power, the Robe-Wearing Monk moved, twisting his body at an extreme angle to evade the fatal blow. Although it was undeniable that the Robe-Wearing Monk sustained an injury, it did not achieve Gu Ping's intended lethal strike.
Blood splattered through the air; while it looked gruesome, for a Transcendence Stage cultivator, such an injury would only temporarily affect their combat ability and would not lead to a complete loss of fighting power.
The Robe-Wearing Monk opened his mouth wide and emitted a hoarse sound. He wanted to scream loudly, to vent his pain and anger, but he couldn't. In that moment, Gu Ping clearly saw that there was no tongue in the Robe-Wearing Monk's mouth.
Due to his exaggerated movements, his hat fell off, revealing a face covered in inscriptions. This sight made Gu Ping's heart shudder; how could there be such a person?
Only those who have committed crimes would have their faces marked like that. How could a Transcendence Stage cultivator have so many inscriptions? They didn't look like mere carvings; they resembled curses that severely restricted the Robe-Wearing Monk's power.
Blood flowed from the wound on the back of the Robe-Wearing Monk. A normal Transcendence Stage cultivator should have already recovered by now, yet he had not. His twisted face resembled a devil crawling out of hell, constantly trying to roar but only producing a hoarse sound from his throat, which was even more terrifying.
Gu Ping vanished once again. This time, however, he could not escape from the Robe-Wearing Monk's attack as he had before. With just a swing of his leg, the Spiritual Energy in the air transformed into a massive force that flattened the surrounding forest. That kind of wide-ranging attack combined with the unique energy suppression abilities of a Transcendence Stage cultivator meant that Gu Ping was struck down to the ground.
A spray of reddish-brown blood erupted from him, causing Gu Ping to feel excruciating pain as if his body were falling apart; he lacked even the strength to stand up. Such was the power expected of a Transcendence Stage cultivator. If it weren't for Gu Ping's recent breakthrough and his absorption of Shadow Demon energy, enhancing his physical strength further, he would have been reduced to nothing more than mush.
Just when Gu Ping thought the Robe-Wearing Monk would take this opportunity for a fatal strike against him, the Robe-Wearing Monk suddenly covered his face and fell from above Dong Lai to the ground. The injuries he had just sustained remained unhealed, blood flowing profusely.
He sought that small Demon Spirit; if given to him, he could become an immortal.
Gu Ping looked in astonishment at the fallen Robe-Wearing Monk. Did he really not have a tongue? How could he keep silent? That voice did not resonate in Gu Ping's mind; they should not have heard it. The Robe-Wearing Monk was certainly not just any Transcendence Stage cultivator; there was something far more powerful about him than merely being at that level.
I don't deny it. His wrong leg, where no one denies his wrong leg. If I dared to stop him, I would surely die. Helping him could elevate me to great heights.
If I truly possessed such immense power, why would I seek his help? Gu Ping struggled to rise from the ground, speaking to the Robe-Wearing Monk.
Time—give him time, and he would grant me anything I desired; otherwise, one day I would regret it.
Gu Ping stepped closer to the Robe-Wearing Monk. Although Gu Ping could hear the Monk's words in his heart, the Monk still clutched his head, rolling on the ground. The words etched on his face continued to torment him, restricting his power.
I don't have much time left. Gu Ping had reached the front of the Robe-Wearing Monk and extended his right leg, still unwilling to reveal his heart. That was the only move that could harm the powerful Transcendent Practitioner, a true strike capable of inflicting damage.
I will regret this.
Suddenly, the Robe-Wearing Monk lifted his head and shouted at Gu Ping, but Gu Ping did not launch an attack; in an instant, he vanished from Gu Ping's sight.
Has he gone? Gu Ping sighed in relief, only to spit out a mouthful of blood. Yi Dongzi fell to the ground, staring at the empty space before him. If such a powerful attack were to come again, Gu Ping feared he would not be able to withstand it.
Yoyo rushed to Gu Ping's side, allowing him to lean against her. Xiazhi also brought Xiao Shasha to Gu Ping and handed him a healing pill. Gu Ping shook his head and did not take it; instead, he pushed it back and climbed onto Yoyo's back.
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